"He didn't seem angry? He almost seemed... entertained?" Bea offered, unsure what else to even say when one admitted to nearly concussing someone with a croquet ball after their brother asked how their marital prospects were going. She certainly wasn't going to tell him that Mr. Morgan had been quite a distance away from the wicket she'd been aiming for. Or the playing field. "I don't think he intends to press charges or anything like that."

"Other than that? Exactly the same as the last time you asked me. It is a bit of a given that unless some miracle happens, without outside intervention, I'm going to end up a spinster. Well, at least we'll know someone will always be around to take care of Mother."